Chapter Three: Assassinations

RDA: DP doesn't know how to start this so I might help but we don't own anything but our characters

DP: as RDA said, I can't really think of a beginning, but hey third chapter right, that's already a victory in its self

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Glarthir walked away, sad and afraid, wondering if what Jocelin had just said might come true. Not only that, but wondering if other people at the castle were after him. The cook, the stewardess, the personal guard, but before he could think of someone else he bumped into Dark, which caused Glarthir to fall to the ground. Dark looked forward to see what looked to be his target, then looking at the wreck of a man on the ground cowering he glared at him.

"YOU! Bosmer, who was that you were talking to," Glarthir was to afraid to talk, but murmured out a few words. This annoyed Dark, so he proceeded to pick him up by his shoulders and shook the already scared Bosmer till he almost fainted.

"TELL…..ME…..WHO…YOU…..WERE…..TALKING…..TO…JUST…..OVER…..THERE…..NOW…DAMNIT." shaking him in between every word till Glarthir finally spoke. "That was, that was, Jocelin." Glarthir screamed, and with those few words, Dark stopped shaking him, "he's one of the personal guard's to Janus Hassildor, he's the best archer in all of the Colovian Highlands." Glarthir said with a tone in his voice like he had been on the wrong end of that arrow.

"That's all I needed," Dark said throwing Glarthir down on the ground, "now, get out of my sight before I gut you like the pidgin you are, NOW GO!" with that Glarthir ran away screaming his heart out running through the streets of Skingrad.

Jocelin looked around when he heard a scream. Shaking his head and thinking nothing of it he kept walking to the vineyards. Sitting upon a small hill he crossed his legs and began to meditate to control his anger.

(RDA: hey people apparently I'm helping to write this chapter too! Ya! Can you people tell when I am writing and when DP is?)

"Hey Jocelin" Davide Surilie shouted at the meditating Altmer, he and his brother were working in there vineyard patch and saw Jocelin walking not too far from them. "do ya want to help us here it'd mighty nice if you did." Jocelin said nothing, but from the looks of it, it seemed he had tensed up a bit, and the second he did, a barrel full of grapes from this morning that the two of them had picked themselves burst into flames. Jocelin with a smug look on his face turned his head slightly.

"I would rather sir to meditate so I can control the urge to destroy things…..if that's okay with you?" Jocelin said because the man had broken his concentration.

Davide Surilie shook his head wondering what had happened to Jocelin today to make him this angry. "A simple 'no' would have sufficed." He mumbled under his voice, and went back to working in his vineyard.

"Sorry 'bout the fire but I'm just sick to death with stupid teachers were I don't even fit in or belong I will help you another day to make up for my injustice" Jocelin said remorse in his voice.

"No, Jocelin, you will help them now." Said an Altmer draped in a scholars robe, head held high with a bit of a snobbish expression all across his face. He then faced towards Davide. "I am dreadfully sorry about this… 'THIS THINGS' behavior Davide," he then shifted his eyes towards Jocelin who was starting to rise, "now you, return to the castle so we may talk of your… punishment."

"First of all teach I'm not a thing I have feelings too! Another thing I'm going to squish grapes so suck it up build a bridge and get over it" Jocelin began then moved to take his shoes off and roll up his pants. Once he stepped into the grapes he looked at Davide "See what I mean about stupid teachers?"

Davide then looked at the enraged Jocelin who was destroying the grapes and sighed, "I see what you mean." and went back to tilling the ground.